Poetry, fiction, related articles and the tales of Moon

The Truth

i made a long journey
like many before me
i had my fair share
of incidents, mishaps
some were of my own making,
others were simply there,
awaiting the unwary traveller

i learned much of the woods
how to read all the signs
and hear the approach
of the seekers of prey

i had little respect
for robbers and bandits
i had seen all their kind before
i held no vendetta against them
i dislike them neither more, nor less, now
than i did when i took to the road

i had made my own problems too
i wished to be left alone
sometimes yearning for home
it’s true

woods seem full of shadows
but darkness contrasts the light
and lets in the brightness of day
where is gleams through the branches
making clearer the safer way

i came to a clearing and rested
enjoying the peace,
listening to leaves sigh high on a breeze
above in the trees that whispered

if only i could stay
resting here forever
i looked at the paths leading on

it was a beautiful day
i felt some sense of completion

a sharp snap and an echo
the silence was gone
the sound of movement,
coming towards me,
secretly, fast

i felt a moment of panic
caught unaware
as they gathered around
to circle and slay me at last

calming my mind
i looked at the paths
the choices were many
which one should it be

i heard a signal
the voice of a raven
he stood in the sunlight
on a broad ancient branch of a tree
lit against shadow
by a path i instantly knew

it was as i had always imagined
well lit and wide open
it shone out beckoning me
nothing to fear any more
my weariness melted away
i saw i was home
this open wide path
lead straight to the door
where my soul awaited within

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Poet and writer ~
I write for several reasons ~
* ~ it centres me
* ~ it's an exploration and an adventure and i discover things i didn't know i knew
*~ i hope that some of it might cast some light for others when they need it, like a hand held out
*~ because i cant help writing - it won't shut up until i do and I feel incomplete when it goes quiet
*~ because all my life I have been trying to be a poet ~ to me it always seemed the best thing a person could strive to be and that has many dimensions
~ I studied Art for three years and then Humanities ~ literature, comparative religions and theology, science in society, a bit of psychology. I have gone on studying alone ever since - mostly subjects broadly related to the druid path, literature, mythology, poetry and history.
I am retired - but you never retire from poetry!